Jameson nursed his beer as he confided in Old Bess. The process took far longer than it should have as he had to repeat himself every time Karl lost consciousness.

“What’d I miss!” Karl shrieked.

“Oh, stuff it Karl,” Old Bess said. “Let the boy finish and I’ll catch you up later. Poor kid shouldn’t have to relive his nightmare all night.”

“And then I was just so jealous that I said something stupid,” Jameson finished. “She started crying and she ran back inside the airport. I tried to follow but they run a tight security detail at that airport.”

“Oh, I see,” Old Bess said. “Another case of that dreadful green-eyed monster.”

Jameson waited patiently for her sage advice.

“The way I see it, hon. You have one of two options. Either you set her free and see if she comes back to you on her own or you do whatever it takes to win her back.”

“Fly to India? How will I even find her?”

“I’d like to offer you my services, for a small fee,” Karl said with a sly grin. “I was a tour guide in India for three years.”